Chapter 1364
Daisy got up and went to the bathroom, not just emptying herself of Kevin's semen, but thoroughly rinsing her vagina with the showerhead, the warm water a soothing balm against the lingering sensitivity. The thought of the morning-after pill crossed her mind, quickly followed by the more permanent solution of an IUD. She'd make a doctor's appointment soon. This couldn't become a regular occurrence.
Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and padded softly to the guest room, gently pushing the door open a crack. Kevin was already asleep, sprawled across the bed, a soft snore rumbling in his chest. A small smile played on her lips. She felt wide awake, her body buzzing with a restless energy that sleep couldn't touch.
The next morning, Kevin woke with a start, the covers being yanked down, a startled gasp echoing in the room. He blinked, his eyes focusing on Laura, her face a mask of shocked embarrassment. "Laura? What are you doing here?"
"Mom asked me to wake you for breakfast," she stammered, her gaze fixed on the prominent bulge beneath the sheet. "Kevin! Why aren't you wearing any underwear? That's so inappropriate!"
Kevin glanced down, realizing with a jolt that his morning wood was on full display, a rather indecent greeting for a teenage girl. He scrambled for his underwear, pulling them on with clumsy haste, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Too uncomfortable," he mumbled. "Like you girls taking off your bras when you get home. Besides, it's not like you haven't seen it before. What's the big deal?"
"It's not the same," Laura retorted, her blush deepening. She'd started wearing bras recently, but unlike Daisy, whose full breasts often left angry red marks from the straps, Laura didn't feel the same level of confinement, even in the smallest size. "What if my mom had walked in?" she whispered, horrified.
"She's cool," Kevin chuckled, thinking that if Laura knew what he and her mother had been doing just hours before, she'd probably pass out.
"No, she wouldn't be! Kevin, please be more careful around my mom," Laura pleaded, her voice laced with genuine concern. Despite the growing intimacy between her and Kevin, they were still just classmates, and she didn't want him to be so casual around her mother that it caused friction. It would put her in an awkward position, caught between her boyfriend and her mother.
Kevin swung his legs out of bed, got dressed, and stretched, the tension easing from his muscles. He pulled back the curtains, letting the morning sunlight flood the room, chasing away the lingering shadows of the night, the emotional baggage of the past few days dissipating in the warm glow.
Downstairs, Daisy was setting the table, dressed in a black silk nightgown that clung to her curves, accentuating her mature, voluptuous figure. Her full, rounded buttocks swayed gently as she moved, exuding a distinctly womanly allure.
Kevin felt a familiar stirring in his groin. Daisy was undeniably attractive, her every move, every smile, a subtle reminder of her inherent femininity. He imagined her a decade younger, a vision of breathtaking beauty. It was a shame, he thought, that he'd been born too late to see her perform, to witness her radiance on stage.
Breakfast was a simple affair: fresh bread and a fragrant, nutritious soup, the vibrant green garnishes a cheerful contrast to the creamy broth. It was surprisingly delicious, and Kevin devoured three bowls, a light sheen of perspiration dotting his forehead. Daisy, smiling, ladled him another, her voice warm and maternal. "This is good for your brain, Kevin. I got up at five to make it."
"Thanks, Daisy," Kevin said, accepting the steaming bowl. He was already full, but he couldn't refuse her offering, not with the hopeful look in her eyes. He dutifully finished it, his stomach feeling pleasantly stretched.
After breakfast, Laura and Kevin walked to school together. Daisy watched them from the doorway, a flicker of anxiety in her eyes. This whole situation was a ticking time bomb, a tangled web of secrets and lies that threatened to explode and shatter everything. She worried about the effect this illicit affair would have on Kevin and Laura's relationship, the potential fallout if the truth ever came to light.
Once they were gone, Daisy busied herself tidying the house, the mundane tasks a welcome distraction from her turbulent thoughts. She stripped the bed, tossing the soiled sheets and pillowcases into the washing machine, setting the timer with a practiced flick of her wrist. Back in her own bedroom, she shed her nightgown, standing naked before the open wardrobe, contemplating her outfit for the day. She didn't have the vast collection of some of the wealthier women she knew, but she still had a considerable array of choices. Her hand settled on a black lace bra, a delicate whisper of indulgence against her skin.
The bra was a recent purchase from a specialty lingerie shop in Shadowmere, a splurge from her last trip to Lumina. It was a half-cup style, designed to lift and enhance her cleavage, the delicate lace a tantalizing peek-a-boo against her skin. The thin silk lining felt smooth and cool against her nipples, a ghostly caress that sent a shiver down her spine.
The memory of Kevin suckling on her breasts the previous night flashed through her mind, bringing a blush to her cheeks, a sudden warmth between her legs. She quickly fastened the clasp, her fingers fumbling slightly, and reached for the matching thong, the thin black straps a stark contrast against the creamy skin of her buttocks. The delicate fabric barely covered her mons pubis, a few unruly curls of pubic hair peeking out playfully. She adjusted herself with a practiced hand, twisting in front of the mirror, admiring the view. She rarely wore thongs, preferring the comfort of high-waisted briefs. The thin straps tended to dig in, chafing her sensitive skin. At her age, comfort was more important than trying to impress a man.
She'd bought the set on a whim, a rare moment of extravagance, but it had languished in her drawer, unworn. Today, though, she felt… different. Bold. Reckless. She tugged at the waistband, adjusting the thong so it sat perfectly, the thin straps brushing against her labia, sending a tingle through her core. It was Kevin's fault, she thought, her body now hyper-sensitive, craving his touch. She'd promised herself only once a week. She had to stick to that. She couldn't let this… this intoxicating madness consume her.
She slipped on a pair of sheer, flesh-toned pantyhose, smoothing them over her legs, admiring the way they accentuated her curves. She might not have the youthful firmness of her twenties, but she still possessed the undeniable allure of a mature woman, a fact that Kevin's enthusiastic response had confirmed. She chose a silk floral blouse, the two white ribbons at the neckline adding a touch of playful femininity, and a simple beige vest dress, stylish and age-appropriate, a far cry from the attention-grabbing cleavage-baring outfits favored by some of the younger women at her office. Daisy preferred understated elegance.
A touch of blush, a quick shaping of her eyebrows, and her makeup was complete. Her skin, carefully maintained, and her slim, toned figure, a testament to her regular exercise routine, set her apart from many of her older colleagues, who had succumbed to the inevitable spread of middle age. Her perky breasts and full buttocks were the subject of much admiration at the company's annual events, earning her the nickname "The Ageless Goddess." Younger colleagues often sought her advice on staying youthful, but Daisy knew there was no real secret. No matter how much she exercised, how carefully she ate, how diligently she applied her creams and lotions, time would eventually take its toll. Her skin would lose its elasticity, wrinkles would appear, her hair would turn gray, her breasts would sag, her vagina would loosen. It was inevitable. The key, she believed, was to accept it gracefully, unlike some of the women she knew, who chased eternal youth with desperate measures, injecting themselves with sheep placenta and other dubious concoctions. That was just pathetic.
Finally, she pulled her long, straight hair into a simple ponytail, a departure from her usual elegant updo. Satisfied with her reflection, she grabbed her small handbag and headed out the door.
The air was thick and humid after last night's rain, the cement sidewalk littered with fallen leaves and muddy puddles. Daisy picked her way carefully in her black high heels, her steps slow and deliberate. The familiar streets of her neighborhood, the bare trees, the glistening cobblestones, the neat rows of fenced-in vegetable gardens, looked different this morning, somehow… fresher. She'd grown up here, played here, gone to school here, transformed from a little girl into the woman she was today. She wondered what she would be like in another twenty years. Would she still recognize herself? Would she still feel this spark? This dangerous, exhilarating thrill?
As she reached the gate, a wave of warmth spread through her, a sudden flush rising in her cheeks. She quickened her pace, her heart beating a little faster.
The security guard at the gate smiled, his eyes lingering appreciatively on her figure. "Morning, Daisy. Looking refreshed today." His words brought another blush to her cheeks, a mixture of pleasure and guilt. She mumbled a quick greeting and hurried on, the weight of her secret pressing down on her, a delicious burden she couldn't quite bring herself to shed.
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